Sekhmets eyes were hard as she watched the horizon only catching the glimpse of a pup tumbling towards her. She extended her muzzle, her nostrils flared slightly before snorting. It was strange these things when she chose not to make them a meal. Small miniature versions of themselves she supposed, however, She kept her maw closed simply overlooking the pups features with suspicion. The boy was a stranger but Sekhmet didn’t keep tabs on who all would be caring pups this season that would perhaps be under Cuirass or Ripper's control. At the thought of her brother, her mind roamed. Would he come to see the offspring she bore and better yet she grew curious to if he would bare some to being into the den as well. She licked her lips slightly. after all they were a very close family perhaps it would be something he would enjoy as well. He would make many strong pups to be relatives to her own.
Turning back to the pup covering his eyes. A soft growl rumbled from her throat. It was her greeting to general pack and others that weren’t specially bonded to her anyways, so it would be a sound he should grow accustomed to.